Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sick Little Suicide, artist - The Matches. Date of issue: 06.06.2004
Song language: English
Sick Little Suicide |
| Mark said he could hold his own head up |
| And share his mind |
| With the peeling paint on the bedroom wall |
| One step ahead of the pack of Marlboros |
| Still, I don’t believe he would take that fall |
| Those things will put you back |
| Some paychecks |
| Set you back about a year or two |
| There’s a sick little suicide in all that we do |
| All that we do |
| And the ground downtown is a countdown |
| No air anywhere in the area |
| Suck back these take-home packs of euthanasia |
| Youth in America… |
| There’s a sick little suicide |
| In all that we do |
| There’s a sick little suicide |
| In all that we do… |
| You decide |
| Which one’s for you?! |
| Mark my words, oh, just a little more |
| Sara said |
| And subtly subsistence is suicide |
| Exercise and malnutrition |
| Keep curves tight |
| 'cause all that matters is what’s outside |
| So says every magazine cover |
| Which gallantly assaults |
| Our own women and children |
| But it’s not my fault |
| It’s never my fault |
| We dare bury our three-square fare |
| In a twenty-first century artery |
| And feed beyond our need |
| So pardon me |
| This part of me |